You desperately need a weapon! A pile of bats lies ahead of you in the on-deck circle. Glancing over your shoulder, you see the blood thirsty Sox zombies, trailing closely behind. A quick look toward the field brings a lump to your throat - your beloved Brew Crew in blood soaked uniforms gnawing on limbs of the umpires. As you race to the on-deck circle, you notice Wade Boggs heading to the same place. Thankfully you arrive first and grab the nearest piece of lumber. The weighted donut gives it a satisfying feeling, and you assume your best Yount batting stance. Boggs-zombie has closed the gap between you to a few paces. Eyes meet lifeless eyes as he lunges for you. You plant, turn your hips, and swing away. The head of the creature rips and falls sideways, hanging on by a few strips of sinew. As the body sinks, without hesitating, you…
Swing again. Knock his chicken-eating face into the bleachers! Go to Card # 89
Head for high ground! Get to the mound! Go to Card # 587
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